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I was driving the wife and kids crazy! With my pacing, my unsolicited and inappropriate utterances, my uncontrollable bodily noises, my laying on the floor under the tree and rattling and shaking my presents, and my incessant complaining about "
our home not having a fireplace or chimney suitable for Big Red to drop in".
After sending our youngest out once more into the frigid night to scout our rooftop for any evidence of
you-know-who and his overworked team of celebrity antlered ruminants from way, way up North and then after coming back in and having to listen to my rendition of "
All I Want For Christmas Are My Two Front Teeth" for the forty third time she pleaded desparately with my wife to "please let Dad open just one present tonight...please!" She knows I can easily sing or hum that song well past the century mark. She has a good memory.
My wife relented and gave me
her look which I interpreted as a green light to open a present. She nodded somewhat approvingly and held up one well centered finger indicating I could choose just one. I smiled knowingly and selected the biggest and most intriguing present...the one with the unwrapped cord dangling from the corner like a cat toy.
With the proficiency and determination of a starving lion jumping on an inattentive and unwitting gazelle I quickly unwrapped that present. That cord was attached to this...
Does anyone know where the
vertical hold is on this
Zenith©?
I've got an
Owner's Manual to study so...
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